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Checking in on this blog. I took accelerated classes & lost my cat of many years, so muse for ocs has been lacking. If anyone would like my currently active blogs, give me a holler! I miss Kiel but I’m still not mentally available to write them atm.
i’m somewhat back! i’ll try to throw up a starter call later. i might drop some old threads just so i can have a fresh start. love you guys & sorry for being absent. my depression has been off the charts as of late.
i’m somewhat back! i’ll try to throw up a starter call later. i might drop some old threads just so i can have a fresh start. love you guys & sorry for being absent. my depression has been off the charts as of late.
sorry for being mia y’all, i’m still rather sick & not feeling the most motivated for this blog. you can catch me @predatordoll atm. oh, also @subserviient as well. i only have a few drafts to do on here, so i’ll try to get them done this week. sorry my friends!!!
There are three absolutes;
A library.
A riding crop.
The smell of leather.
Grabs their hand, "You're coming with me to tell me how new clothes look on me. I think my hips are wider and I need an opinion."
“All right, all right.” They laugh a little & shrug. “You have a nice body either way. If it doesn’t fit right I can always hem it.”
mmm i’m still really sick, so i’m still on semi-hiatus. been stuck in bed hacking out a lung for the past week, basically. sorry for being slow to answer stuff! i barely have the energy to walk across the house sdafjkas. i’ll be posting this on @subserviient as well.
goes from 167 to 164 in a matter of minutes.
gender bend blogs or whatever the fuck y’all are calling them these days will always be super gross to me. and lbr your characterization really??? shouldn’t change drastically??? either way??? tbh it just seems nasty & fetishy--- not to mention it’s literally ignoring the fact that non-binary & trans characters exist. like. pls. don’t slap some tits on a character just bec you want to write smut w Big Dic McGee. That’s just gross.
stkr:
——— hands are pried away, hanging listlessly by his lap as all he can do is watch as fabric is pulled from their body. perhaps it is rude for him to stare, but he does so anyway, gaze doe-eyed and in awe. it’s different but is far from repulsive. he can’t find the right word to describe it as he’s never been good with them in the first place, so instead, he inhales, imploring hands to graze over skin, not fully making contact. they are but nervous attempt to hold, to touch. ❛ i-im sure. i-is it okay? c-can i touch you? ❜
Such light touches make them shiver, back curving as a low moan passes plush lips. It sets a fire in them. Even though the other is submissive, those sweet touches are more than enough to envelop them in warmth. “Please. Touch me.” Before allowing the other to touch them more, they place one more kiss in the center of Yoonbum’s chest, voice barely a whisper. “You’re a good boy---so give me more, please.”
realtruesuccessor:
This time, Mello didn’t move away from Marian. Now that he knew more about them and their life, he understood why they wanted to touch him. He still didn’t like it, but he understood. Who knew how many people Marian had been close to besides Mikhail? Mello tried to imagine what it would be like if he was forced to be intimate with Mikhail exclusively for the rest of his life, but the concept was so disgusting that he quickly started thinking about something else to take his mind off the horror.
Mello knew he couldn’t just pretend Marian hadn’t said anything. The only reason he was letting them touch him was because of what they had revealed to him.
“I have nice eyes? What, you’ve never looked in a mirror before?” Even Mello’s compliments were confrontational. He truly thought Marian’s blue eyes were beautiful, but being Mello, he wasn’t about to say that to their face. It would be too saccharine. His eyes darted away from their face, resting on some arbitrary area of the table. “Thanks, though, I appreciate that.”
“You don’t get compliments often, do you.” Lips pursed into a small frown. Everything was going to be a fight with this one. They were more than happy that he didn’t shy away from the touch this time and it was not long before they were smiling again. Fingers combed through his hair with gentleness & soon found their way to the young man’s jawline.
“Have you looked in a mirror? You’re a very good looking man. And smart, too.” Their smile was teasing as they let their fingers trace his jaw & chin. “You’re welcome though. Would you like more tea?”
stkr:
——— at first, he’s surprised, pet names filled with adoration as foreign as it comes. skin is rose-kissed, and he feels as if he’s burning, flushed over with heat. from his toes to the subtle curling of his fingers ‘round the other’s shoulders, he’s twitching. compliments are a plenty when he’s around kiel, as much as he’s learned in this short time with them, and he captures them, wanting them all for himself. caged, bottled, whatever, he’s sealing it away for no one else’s pleasure. ❛ … -iwant this. ❜
it’s all he can offer, voice weak, but the sounds are far from it. they’re quiet, of course, trying to stifle them, but it’s hard when kiel makes it this easy. ❛ … please. touch me more. ❜
It’s only fair that they strip down as well & their heart does not stop fluttering at the thought of revealing their own body. It is strange compared to Yoonbum’s---not normal---& they can’t help but to think they might face rejection. Crop top is quickly discarded, knowing full well that their soft breasts in contrast to toned body will be odd. “Are you sure?” After all, Kiel does not want to pleasure him if he feels disgust. “Yoonbum-nim.”
stkr:
——— tugs at messy tresses, those soft sounds pouring forth from the other, and even the tiniest bits of friction are more than enough to make him tremble. but, then there is the praise, the praise that makes his chest seize, heart surely palpitating, wanting so selfishly for more… more! make no mistake, he is far from innocent, mind clouded and hazy with desire that pools just waiting so patiently to be acted upon. kiel’s hands feel cold on his skin, electrifying and giving heat as they are no more than affectionate ghosts kissing upon the expanse of his chest. ( how are you still able to breathe? ) request has him reeling for a moment, before he nods, fabric pulled away leaving him feeling … self-conscious.
❛ … - i, umm. ah, is this what you wanted? ❜
Yoonbum’s bare flesh makes their heart pound & no matter how many times they succumb to own desires, they never tire of how beautiful the human form is. “Yes, sweetheart. God yes---but is this what you want?” Kiel leans in low, lips pressing a trail of kisses from his neck & all the way down Yoonbum’s collarbones & chest. Rosy pink tongue flicks at one of his nipples, smirking as they gauge the man’s reaction. “You’re so pretty, Yoonbum-nim. Can I play with them?” Eyelashes flutter as Kiel looks up at him, silver & pink tresses of hair falling over their shoulders.
cinderella-esque:
❝ I CARRY MYSELF like a dancer? ❞ What does that even mean? Yukako never really indulged in ballerina — she’d nonchalantly spin on her feet sometimes, but nothing really more than that.
She doesn’t know what this man is talking about. It’s not easy mistaking her for someone because of the length of her hair. Whatever. ❝ No. You’ve got the wrong person. ❞
“Yes---with elegant grace.” A pause as they shrugged. “Oh well. It happens sometimes.” Not like it really mattered, but it really was a shame. That sort of thing would have suited her. At least they thought so.
stkr:
——— a reward? mind races at the thought of what it could possibly be, inklings of it being in one of the more unspeakable categories filter through, only making him red at the thought. the pinks and reds no longer dust on the apples of his cheeks but painted in the color. while he is still doubtful, there’s a bit of verve now, the prospect of something more lighting a flame in his eyes, no matter how small. lips hover over skin, flitting over to where their pulse point is before pressing against it shyly; actions are repeated before he’s emboldened, grazing teeth and biting.
❛ … - was that okay? ❜
Cheeks bloom red as they feel the feather light touch of Yoonbum, fingers curl into his hair & massage his scalp. It feels good; it feels really good. When teeth dig into porcelain flesh a soft gasp passes their lips. There is fire in their chest now & Kiel cannot help but to roll their hips. “Good boy.” This is not the reward, but they feel the need to repeat it. “You’re a good boy, Yoonbum.” Free hand snakes up the young man’s shirt, fingertips run along soft flesh and stop in the center of his sternum. “Will you strip for me? I want to show you what good boys deserve.”
i’m very sick rn, so responses will be super slow or non-existent until i start feeling better. got a weird chest infection / sore throat thing that has made my body ache even more than usual. consider this a semi-hiatus for this blog & @subserviient until i start recovering. i’m sorry for any inconvenience!
